Ovenlike

Something ovenlike washed up on the grounds of the building last time it flooded and now the waters have receded and we’re all standing around looking at it. We sent the boy in first because of his thin arms but he couldn’t get the door open and said that the knobs wouldn’t turn. There wasn’t a smell of cooking but there wasn’t not a smell of cooking either, if you know what I mean. I said this out loud and somebody half nodded so I knew I was on to something. The next to try was I suppose the building’s janitor inasmuch as it had one. He was always around anyway and seemed to own a tool box. He produced this now and with a wrench of some sort he set about the object, managing to damage the exterior but not in such a way that any contents were revealed. Since he seemed the most capable of us, we shrugged and left it alone. A fortnight later, the floods came again. We woke up to find the thing was gone, and with it our curiosity. I only record this now in case it washes up somewhere else and the people of that land go onto the internet searching for answers. If such an enquiry has led you here, then I apologise. But please know, you are not alone.